E                            A
The smell of coffee hits me as I open up my eyes,
           E                            A
A southern angel wearing nothing but an apron and a smile,
      E                                   A                           E       A
I say thank you sweet Lord Jesus tell the truth don't know how I got so lucky
         E                                    A
All them boys from back in high school wonder how I'm still alive,
            E                                     A
Hooked by a bull dove off of blue lake bridge and wrecked my pick-up twice,
     E                                       A                       E             A
Then she picked this here country boy out of all them other guys boys that's lucky

[Chorus]
  B                            A               E
I got a couple buddies playing football in the pros,
      B                                   A            E
And I know this guy who owns a whole dang beach in Mexico,
        C#m                                        F#m                      G#  A
There's some with good looks some with brains some rolling in the dough but y'all trust me
              E    A   E   A
I'd rather be lucky

[Verse 2]
            E                           A
Now you can win a the power ball with a million in the pot,
            E                              A
Then go all in with Ace and King and hit a straight flush on the flop,
        E                                  A                               E           A
You can sit here on the creek bank fishin' with a girl this hot man that's plain lucky

[Chorus]
     B                                  A          E
Yeah my old college roommate's some big software CEO,
   B                      A                 E
My cousin benches 405 and flies his jets in Rome,
        C#m                                       F#m                      G#  A
There's some with good looks some with brains some rolling in the dough but y'all trust me,
              E
I'd rather be lucky

[Instrumental]
A E A C#m A
E A E A

[Bridge]
        E                                    A
Well my baby's one in a million fellas and I tell you that's the truth,
                E                                      A
So while you're out searching for one that's sweet and smart and sexy too,
        E                               A
I'll be home sipping a cold one for you here's to hoping you    (pause)
E         A
get lucky
               E       A
I hope you get lucky

[Chorus]
            B                              A          E
'Cause they sing about the girl that I got on the radio,
         B                            A                E
She's a cross between the cover of an outdoor life and vogue,
        C#m                                  F#m                       G# A
There's folks who think they got it all folks rolling in the dough but y'all trust me,
                   E      A
Yeah I'd rather be lucky

              E      A
I'd rather be lucky

E                                         A                E A E
I'd rather be lucky than good than any day of the week girl